Our Different Paths

 At Killerton Estate this afternoon. We are walking along a higher shady track but I'm drawn irresistibly to this wide grass path beckoning me down the hill into a flood of sunlight. My 'road less travelled.' 

A different path for Robin - sunlit also.

The horse chestnuts not ready yet to break open and release their shiny conker cargo.

We share a slice of Bakewell tart at the courtyard cafe before heading home together where our different paths will criss cross all evening.

The Road Not Taken

BY ROBERT FROST

        

      

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 

And sorry I could not travel both 

And be one traveler, long I stood 

And looked down one as far as I could 

To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair, 

And having perhaps the better claim, 

Because it was grassy and wanted wear; 

Though as for that the passing there 

Had worn them really about the same, 

And both that morning equally lay 

In leaves no step had trodden black. 

Oh, I kept the first for another day! 

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 

I doubted if I should ever come back. 

I shall be telling this with a sigh 

Somewhere ages and ages hence: 

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— 

I took the one less traveled by, 

And that has made all the difference.